ID number 019

The cicada stopped singing suddenly.

Chen Yang's hands trembling when he folded the wrapping paper of milk chips, he quickly put the paper into Chao Jian's arms, strode out from under the old locust tree, and looked at the residential building in front with a solemn expression.

When the cicadas called, Wu Qing didn't die, he came out alive.Now the cicadas are silent.

Chen Yang stared at the entrance of the residential building, a few short and dull gasps escaped from his throat, something might have happened to Yang Pei.

Others sitting in the open space not far away also realized what had happened, and they all stood up.

When the cicada sings, they find it noisy and annoying. After it stops singing, everyone feels that the surroundings are too quiet, as quiet as a tomb.

"bang"

There was a sound from the tricycle, and the middle-aged courier dropped the third package, causing dust to fly.

Everyone's expressions changed, and they got a signal from the behavior of the middle-aged courier that Yang Pei would not come out.

Wu Qing sat on the ground dully.

Zhou Yuanfei knelt down and said softly, "Uncle, are you hiding something?"

Wu Qing said injustice: "No." He looked up at the others, "I didn't hide anything, I told everything I saw and heard."

"Then why did you come out, but Yang Pei died?" Zhou Yuanfei pressed Wu Qing's shoulder.

Wu Qing grabbed the dirt with both hands and shook his head blankly: "I don't know."

He has only seen the ghost going up and down the stairs, and the other person is not harmful, so he is fine.He didn't meet the murderous ghost, but Yang Pei did...

"I really don't know why that happened." Wu Qing choked up, tears streaming down his face.

Zhou Yuanfei still wanted to ask, but a stern and hoarse female voice interrupted: "Mr. Zhou, uncle really doesn't know."

"I just can't figure it out, aren't you afraid?" Zhou Yuanfei stood up hesitantly, met A Yuan's black eyes that seemed to be able to see through people, and hesitantly said, "People, people just died like that, I don't understand... "

"Everyone has a package to deliver, if you want to know the reason, check it when it's your turn." A Yuan said.

Zhou Yuanfei fell silent.

There was silence in the old locust tree.In a sense, cicadas are indeed mourners, silently reporting mourners.

The third package is 101, medium carton.

Xiangdong got the tracking number of the courier, and he delivered the package. He picked up the package and looked at it. The recipient's information was the old lady.

Fengli thinks that his brother Dong is very lucky. He doesn't need to climb the stairs on the first floor, he can get there just after turning a corner, and he can run out in time if he has anything to do.

"I took the ball of paper just now..." Zhou Yuanfei took two steps forward, staring straight at the package in Xiangdong's hand.

"Didn't you put it back again and change it to something else?" Feng Li threw out the nail clippers, broke off the iron plate for grinding the nails and pointed at him, "Dude, don't you regret it now that you know there is an odd number on it? Want to come back?"

Zhou Yuanfei blushed in embarrassment.

Draw lots, everyone has a 50.00% chance.When catching the 502 order number, everyone comforted themselves with the rational attitude of "the fifth floor is not low, but it is better than the top floor", and they caught it when they caught it.

When it came to the number 201, the atmosphere was very tense, and the mentality of choosing paper balls was very cautious.And 101 has reached another peak.

At that time, Zhou Yuanfei was hesitant, picked up the ball of paper on the far left, thought it was unlikely to be the one with the odd number, so he threw it away and replaced it with something else.

Unexpectedly, the odd number was inside the ball of paper on the far left. He missed his luck and regretted it.

Xiangdong was not excited when he got the package from 101. It didn't matter to him which floor was not for delivery. He walked to the middle-aged courier, leaned on the tricycle and said, "You dropped the package at will. We use it here." The delivery person was selected by drawing lots, obviously there is no mandatory selection of the target, does that mean that the person who catches the tracking number can also choose to give up and let someone else deliver it."

"Anyway, as long as there is someone who can deliver the package to the customer?" Xiang Dong said in a homely tone and gesture.

The middle-aged courier stood stiffly, with no expression on his blue face.

"No? This is a fucking lottery, right?" Xiang Dong cursed in a low voice, and patted Feng Li's back irritably, "I originally wanted to give it to you, but it doesn't seem to work."

Feng Li was stunned and said: "Boss, are you going to exchange it for me? I thought you wanted to exchange it for Brother Yang."

"He doesn't cook." Xiang Dong said.

"..." Fengli was so moved that she was about to cry, holding back her tears.

Xiang Dong had Chen Yang's pack of cigarettes in his pocket, one dangling from his mouth, and the pack was held in his arm. He lowered his head to light the cigarette, and took a deep breath.

"Brother Yang, do you have anything to say? I will set off without me. I will act quickly to save you time."

Chen Yang said: "101 is the resident who puts a small stove outside the door to boil Chinese medicine." He pointed to the package that Dong wanted to deliver, "There are probably Chinese medicinal materials in it."

Xiang Dong raised his chin: "What else?"

"It's not the first time you've done a mission. You can handle common emergencies." Chen Yang waved his hand.

"You can't say that. What do our old taskers have? We don't have anything." Xiang Dong said in a heavy tone, "If I die inside..."

Xiang Dong's ending dragged on for a long time, and he didn't finish the second half of the sentence. Chen Yang looked over and heard him say with a faint smile: "Don't cry for me, I won't be able to walk well."

Xiang Dong pretended to be coercive and walked towards the residential building, without giving Chao Jian a chance to make a move.

Pineapple put her hand to her mouth and shouted: "Brother Dong, come on, you are the best!"

Xiang Dong's body trembled, and he turned around with a dark face and roared angrily: "Shout a few times, follow your Brother Yang closely!"

Pineapple's eyes were full of tears, and she looked like "a child who travels a long way and a mother who is worried".

Chen Yang gave him milk tablets, Fengli shook his head.

"Brother Yang, is my boss okay?" Fengli cried out snot bubbles, and he wiped them away with his hands in embarrassment.

"Of course." Chen Yang said.

No matter what personality, life experience, or life background, as long as you bind your identity number and enter the mission world, your mentality will change a lot.

For Chen Yang who has come to this day, those unpleasant experiences in the rehabilitation center dissipated in a few times of cooperation. He and Xiang Dong now have the same goal, to go on and live.The way is the same, so they conspire.

From a rational point of view, Xiangdong is undoubtedly an old teammate. From an emotional point of view, he is the kind of friend who can yawn, sometimes pounce on him with anger, and sometimes sit down and talk calmly.

Go as far as you can, don't stop in the mission world easily.

Chen Yang felt pain in the back of his neck, he hissed, looked up at the person standing behind him, and asked in puzzlement, "What are you doing?"

Chao Jian looked at him coldly, and asked without answering: "What are you thinking?"

"Just think about it." Chen Yang said in pain, "Is my neck broken?"

Chao Jian pinched the back of his neck with her fingers and rubbed the bite mark with her fingertips: "I'm not happy."

Chen Yang's thought of wanting Fengli to look at the back of his neck disappeared in an instant, and he kept his head tilted back in a daze, looking at Chaojian from the bottom up.

The two looked at each other, and the taller one could kiss with a slight bow of his head.

But he just moved up the hand holding the bite marks on the back of the opponent's neck, clasped the back of the opponent's head and pressed forward.Those who look up at him can only look at the residential buildings in front.

Their eyes are no longer intertwined.

Pineapple smacked her lips in a low voice, this is the world of missions, people who have just begun to understand are not in the mood to talk about love, and people who have been waiting for him for a long time do not dare to distract him.So miserable.

The cicada screamed again, and its cry was notifying the mission workers that the person who entered the building was safe now.

Chen Yang didn't go back to the old pagoda tree, he just stood under the steps of the residential building, if all goes well, he will come out in less than 2 minutes to the east.

"We want to deliver a courier, which means the courier." Chen Yang said to himself, "As long as you enter the building, you are the courier."

Originally, Chen Yang thought that the task was to deliver the courier, but now that Wu Qing has not left after delivering the delivery, there are only two possibilities for this situation, one is that there is more than one round of work on the order, and there will be more later, and the other situation is... delivering the courier is just misleading.

Chen Yang scratched his wet forehead: "I've done several tasks, but it's not even September yet. This summer is so long, I don't know when it will be over soon."

"Soon." Chao Jian whispered.

Chen Yang said with emotion: "It will be good if the summer passes."

Chao Jian didn't respond, and he said after a while: "Maybe."

Chen Yang felt Chao Jian's decadence and gloom, he endured it, and finally asked tentatively, "What's wrong with you?"

"Annoyance." Chao Jian squeezed the milk flakes vigorously, with restrained irritability in her eyes.

Chen Yang choked, and patiently coaxed: "Then tell me."

"It's useful to tell you?" Chao Jian raised his eyelids.

Chen Yang cleared his throat, and said vaguely, "You speak first, and then you will know if it is useful."

Zhao Jian looked at him.

Chen Yang avoided Chao Jian's sight, he looked at the old locust tree in the distance, his voice was hoarse: "I think we can go on."

"Go on..." Chao Jian chewed several times, disassembled the three words and crushed them between his teeth, "Okay, go on."

Chen Yang turned his head in a daze.Chao Jian pressed her eyebrows together: "Look what I'm doing, didn't you come here specially to wait for that ugly monster? You used to say that you were a mad dog, but now you have become friends. He goes in to do tasks and you wait for him at the exit. What about in the future? A life-and-death friendship? Your life-and-death friendship is really worthless."

Chao Jian smiled darkly at Chen Yang.

Chen Yang didn't get angry, but was just worried and...distressed. He took a few deep breaths to confirm that it was such an emotion, and it was so strong that he was at a loss.

The temperament of the person standing in front of him changes from time to time, good times and bad times, and his paranoia and nervousness are getting out of control. He must receive treatment as soon as possible, the sooner the better.Otherwise, he couldn't imagine what Chao Jian would become, and how he would face it.

Chen Yang didn't want him and Chao Jian to collapse, he hoped they would be fine.

The road to the task is still going, and it is so dark that the dawn and the end cannot be seen. He wants to have Chao Jian by his side.

"How can life and death be worthless? It's fate." Chen Yang said, "Just like us, we live and die together."

Chao Jian's eyes were blank. Someone once opened his arms to him and said with a smile, we live and die together, and we depend on each other.

"Do you want milk tablets?" Chen Yang saw that Chao Jian's mood had improved a bit.

"Don't eat." Chao Jian sat down on the steps coldly, but he stretched out his hand uncontrollably, took away the milk flakes that Chen Yang had peeled, and ate them.

"..." Chen Yang looked at his mobile phone, he went eastward for 2 minutes, what is he doing, why hasn't he come out yet?

Although Xiangdong's brainpower does not match with military strength, the gap should be continuously narrowing.

Chen Yang hadn't seen him do the task seriously, so he probably had his own way of handling it, so that he wouldn't just go up and punch him.

Xiangdong walked around the corridors on the first floor with a cigarette in his mouth. He squatted halfway in front of the small stove outside the door of 101, and puffs of hot air wafted at him with the smell of traditional Chinese medicine. His enthusiasm was like fire.

The door opened with a creak, and the old lady came out, stood up and greeted Xiang Dong: "Hello, old lady."

The old grandma glanced at the cigarette near his mouth, covered her mouth and coughed uncomfortably.

To the east to pinch the smoke.

"Young people, smoking is very harmful to your health. It's not healthy." The old woman coughed.

"Old lady, what you said is true." Xiang Dong snuffed it out casually.

The old grandma rolled her cloudy eyes: "You are a good boy, be obedient." She looked eastward as if looking at her own child, "It's good to be obedient, good to be obedient."

Xiangdong smiled, and the next moment he heard the old lady say, "Why did you get your ears pierced? It's not good."

The old lady who was kind just now stared at Xiang Dong, her age-spotted face was full of coldness: "What kind of pierced ears are boys, it doesn't look like it!"

There was reprimand in the old voice, and the tone was horribly sharp and powerful.

Fuck me!A mouthful of old blood poured into Xiangdong's throat, and he took off the small rings on his ears: "Grandma, I'm forced by life."

The old lady stopped talking and stared at him with both eyes.

Xiang Dong pinched the small circle as if nothing had happened, and heard the old man say abruptly: "You are a courier."

"Yes." Xiangdong grinned, with a serious expression on his handsome face, "Look at my memory, I almost forgot the business, this is your courier, I sent it to you."

The old lady was surprised and said: "It's medicinal materials. I asked Xiao He to buy it for me online yesterday, and it arrived today?"

"Online shopping is very efficient now." Xiangdong remembered the character Xiao He while pressing the automatic pen to remind the old man, "You sign here."

The old lady said, "I'm so old that I can't see clearly, please sign for me."

"That can't be done." Xiang Dong said, "The company clearly stipulates that the customer must sign for the receipt in person."

The old lady said: "Didn't many couriers write it themselves? They signed for the delivery before the delivery started."

"Other people are other people, I really can't do it here." Xiang Dong smiled wryly, "Old Madam, if you don't sign for the receipt yourself, I will just run away for nothing."

The old lady brushed her loose white hair together: "Your boss is not here, no one will know if you signed the contract."

"That's not the reason." Xiang Dong looked serious, "Work can't be fooled like this."

The corridor was dark, and the old woman was dressed in black, almost blending with her back. The smell of traditional Chinese medicine and musty in the air could not suppress the smell of old age on her body.

Xiangdong kept his breathing and heartbeat at normal rates.The form must be signed, otherwise he will have no future, so damn it.

After a while, the old grandma returned to her previous kindness and kindness: "You young man has a dead brain and can't be flexible."

Xiang Dong joked, "I think you have to be principled in life."

"The job of a courier is not pleasant, you are not bad." The old lady took Xiang Dong's automatic pen and signed the form.

Xiangdong watched the old man sign his name, and let go of the hanging heart.

"Then old lady, you are busy, I'll..." Xiangdong tore off the list and was about to leave. He accidentally touched the casserole on the stove. He quickly grabbed the casserole and pushed it back to the stove without caring about it above.

Xiangdong rubbed his scorched hands against the cold wall, damn it, luckily he was fast enough, he was sure that if the casserole fell to the ground and shattered, he would have nothing to eat.

"Grandma, your traditional Chinese medicine smells so bitter." Xiangdong blew on his burning palm.

The old grandma lifted the lid of the casserole to have a look: "The good medicine tastes bitter."

"It's true." Xiang Dong comforted, "Grandma, you can prepare a piece of candy when you take the medicine, and you won't feel uncomfortable after taking the medicine."

"I didn't drink this medicine, but my son." The grandmother said, "He sneaked out and never came home. I warmed the medicine and waited for him to drink it when he came back."

Raising eyebrows to the east, and a son?

The old lady put the lid back on and looked at him with her back: "Young man, did you see my son when you delivered the courier?"

"I don't know your son, and I don't know when I saw him." Xiang Dong said, "Why don't you show me his photo, and stop him next time I meet him?"

The old grandma repeated: "Okay, okay!"

"Wait a minute," the old lady was so excited that her old bones were shaking, "you go into the room, and let's talk."

Xiangdong's temple jumped, and he declined, "No need, I'll just stay here."

The old grandma didn't force it, she seemed to be many years younger, her steps were a lot easier, and she hurried back to the house.

Looking eastward at 102 opposite the door, there is nothing at the door.

That Xiao He lives there?Xiang Dong rubbed the corners of his lips with his thumb. His customer is 101, and the one on the other side has nothing to do with him. It is impossible for him to knock on the door rashly to inquire.

"Look, this is my son."

Xiangdong turned his head when he heard the old man's voice, his pupils shrank slightly.

The old man held up the photo frame, her expression was exactly the same as in the photo, including the black dress.

It's just that it's not just her in the photo, but also her son.

Xiang Dong showed surprise: "This is a photo of you and your son."

"Yeah, that's the one." The old woman said.

Xiang Dong looked at the photo: "Your son looks like you."

The old grandma caressed her son in the photo, her eyes were moist: "Xiao He also said the same."

The old man raised his head in the next second: "Now that you have seen my son's photo, can you send him back?"

east:"……"

Damn, fell into the trap!

"Old lady, I haven't seen your son." After Xiang Dong finished speaking, the smile on the old man's face disappeared.

Xiangdong held back the swearing in his stomach, rubbed his face with stretched veins on his forehead, and said with a smile, "Do you think this is okay? I will help you pay attention, and I will also say hello to my colleagues. There is strength in numbers."

"Don't worry, I will definitely keep this matter in mind." Xiang Dong said again in a sincere tone.

The corners of the old man's shriveled mouth were the same as on the portrait, and his expression was cold: "Okay."

After Xiang Dong had dealt with the old lady, his back clothes were soaked in cold sweat, revealing his rough and muscular lines. It was not easy for him to do this job, and his acting skills have stepped up several steps.

Fortunately, it's not solving puzzles, he's the worst at it.He is not very good at everything related to strict logic.

Just as Xiang Dong was about to go out, there was a sound of going downstairs suddenly, and his ears moved.It seems to have come down from the fifth floor to the sixth floor.

The owner of the footsteps was wearing slippers, walking slowly and leisurely, very free and comfortable.

Xiang Dong thought of the ghost Wu Qing mentioned, and he went to the stairs to look up.

The client is on the first floor, Xiangdong can't go upstairs, it's the best position he can stand, if the guy comes down, he can see it.

The sound of procrastinating footsteps became more and more clear, the fourth floor, the third floor, the second floor... until the corridor from the second floor to the first floor.

Then it disappears.

Xiangdong had already seen his appearance clearly, old-fashioned vest, dark gray old slippers, middle-aged man, smoking, bearded face, all of these matched the information Wu Qing revealed.

only……

Xiangdong stopped in place without making any noise, he was waiting for the male ghost to appear again.

Not long after, footsteps were heard upstairs again.Xiangdong said when the male ghost was about to go to the place where he disappeared before: "Brother!"

Hearing the sound, the middle-aged man looked down, as if he had just seen him: "You called me?"

Xiang Dong said, "Your mother is waiting for you to come home."

The middle-aged man was dumbfounded: "What?"

Squinting his eyes to the east, Wu Qing said that the ghost had collapsed. Judging from his current state, not only did he have no concept of floors, but he also forgot all the entanglements and pains, and lived a relaxed life after death.

"This is the second time I've seen you coming down the stairs. You will return to the original point after taking a few more steps. You are not going down, but have been spinning around in the corridor. You can't get down."

"Your house is on the first floor."

The ghost in Xiangdong Jiju Building was also in a hurry and didn't have time to chat slowly, so he sent out messages one by one, simple and rude: "You and your mother are both dead."

The smoke in the middle-aged man's mouth and his body were shaking: "Impossible!"

He roared and rushed downstairs, but he only took a few steps before his figure froze and disappeared.After that, there were leisurely footsteps upstairs.

Seeing Xiangdong at the bottom of the stairs again, the confidence on the middle-aged man's face was cracked inch by inch, and thick black dead air leaked out. He sat down on the ground and took the cigarette from his mouth in confusion.

Xiang Dong took the opportunity to say, "Your mother boiled Chinese medicine for you, did you smell it?"

The middle-aged man shook his head stupidly.

Xiang Dong took off his T-shirt and threw it on.The middle-aged man unconsciously picked up the T-shirt at his feet, and a strange yet familiar smell of Chinese medicine hit him. It was as if his head had been pried open by something, and his flesh was peeled off. He let out a terrific roar: "Ahhh!"

Two lines of blood and tears flowed down from the eyes of the middle-aged man, he remembered.

That day, he sneaked to the rooftop to smoke while his mother went to the collection point to get him a courier, and died on the way down the stairs due to physical reasons.

Before he was alive, he didn't want to go home, and felt that his mother was very annoying, always nagging him to take traditional Chinese medicine, saying that he would be cured after taking the medicine, it was all fake, the disease would not be cured at all, his mother still cared about it That, he doesn't want to go back.

After his death, that thought became an evil thought that prevented him from going home, as if to say "Don't you want to go home, then don't go back".

And his mother's failure to come was also because of that evil intention, because he didn't want to see his mother.

After he died, he always felt that he was going to go down, should go down, go down all the time, but he didn't know why, but now he knew everything, and he wanted to go home.But he can never reach the first floor, and he can't go back.

"Help me, who will help me!" The middle-aged man raised his head, his whole face was rotten and full of maggots, and his two black sockets without eyes faced eastward, "Help me..."

"You wait first!" Xiang Dong ran out after finishing speaking.

When Xiang Dong came out with his upper body bare, Chen Yang immediately looked at his phone for more than five minutes.

"Why did you stay inside for so long?" Chen Yang asked.

"There is an emergency." Xiang Dong first gave the list to the middle-aged courier, and then returned to Chen Yang, revealing the matter of the old grandmother and his son.

The few people who came over listened to the whole process, and their faces turned pale for a while.

"Another ghost." Fengli murmured, "How many ghosts are there in the building?"

What Chen Yang was thinking about was not the number of ghosts, but Xiang Dong's promise to the old man: "You made a promise to the ghosts, and it will be very troublesome."

"No way." Xiangdong swallowed, "The situation is forcing."

Chen Yang said: "But this branch line is completed, maybe there will be clues."

"That'll wait until it's finished." Xiang Dong bit his cigarette and touched his chin, "If you can't complete the task by sending one piece, you may have to send it again. I'll find a way then."

Chen Yang frowned, and before he could figure it out, the middle-aged courier had already dropped the fourth package.

602, this time it was Chen Yang who got the odd number.

The cicadas screamed harshly, and Chen Yang felt very calm in his heart. What should come will always come. He didn't think about which floor of the courier he would deliver, so he won't be disappointed when he gets the sixth floor, and some just accept it.

Fengli was worried for Chen Yang. Although the sixth floor was not the top floor, it was still very high. It was the tallest so far.

"Brother Dong, what should we do?" Fengli tugged at the waist of the boss's trousers.

Spit to Dong: "Damn it." He said to Chen Yang sullenly, "I didn't meet that ghost, be careful."

Chen Yang nodded and was about to go to the residential building, but the strap of his backpack was pulled, he stopped under the force, turned his face to look at Jian: "The further you go, the less time you have for tasks, I have to hurry up , buy time for you and the rest of the people."

She lowered her eyes towards Jane and said nothing.

Chen Yang said: "It's okay, I'll be back after delivering the courier."

Chao Jian still didn't respond.

"Wait for me there." Chen Yang pointed to the steps in front of the residential building.

Chao Jane turned her head in the direction he pointed, and then turned her head back. The hand holding Chen Yang's backpack strap showed no sign of letting go.

Xiang Dong had a toothache: "I said..."

Chen Yang stared at him, Xiang Dong shut up and smoked.

"After you finish eating these milk tablets, I'll come out." Chen Yang grabbed the milk tablets and gave them to Chao Jian, "Eat them one at a time, and don't allow them to be crushed."

Zhao Jian scoffed with scarlet eyes: "Are you coaxing the children?"

"I didn't coax the kids, I coaxed you." Chen Yang took advantage of the time when Chao Jian was in a daze, quickly moved to Xiang Dong's ear and rushed into the building.

After Zhao Jian came back to her senses, a chilling haze and anger appeared between her brows.

Xiang Dong stood side by side with the psychopath who was in a manic state, and said sourly: "Don't take advantage of it and act like a good boy, I only saw him coaxing you."

Yes, that's right, I assisted, ha ha.Chen Baicai has no conscience, so he asked a rival in love to take care of him, and asked him to help take care of Chao Green Tea. If he found that the other party was out of control and fell ill, he would immediately knock him out.

Easier said than done, stunned?I was afraid that I would lose my strength, so I beat him to death.

"I have confidence in him, why, you are not as good as me?" Xiang Dong was worried about Chen Yang, and mocked.

Chao Jian ignored Xiang Dong, and he walked gloomyly to the steps and sat down, counting the milk tablets with trembling hands, tearing apart one by one and eating.

Xiang Dongqing scolded, Chen Yang raised this guy as his son, coaxed him in every way, this guy protected him as a little treasure under his wings, wishing him to grow up smoothly and quickly, but at the same time wanted to use him The rope chained him to his side.fucking...

Fengli took small steps and stood next to Brother Dong. The atmosphere was so dignified. Chen Yang went in to deliver the courier, taking away Chao Jian's soul and life.

If Chen Yang couldn't get out, Chao Jian wouldn't be able to live either.

With the information provided by the two teammates who came out alive, Chen Yang didn't panic after entering. He walked up the stairs on the first floor amidst the smell of Chinese medicine, picked up Xiang Dong's T-shirt in the corridor, stuffed it into his backpack, and continued to climb the stairs.

Chen Yang soon stopped again. He stood on the stairs between the first floor and the second floor, looking at the corpse lying beside the wall.

It's Yang Pei.

Chen Yang looked around vigilantly, approached lightly, and found that the mouth of the corpse could not be closed, as if something was stuffed inside.

The clue was in front of him, Chen Yang couldn't miss it, he squeezed his stiff fingers, squatted down cautiously, and pinched the corpse's face.

it's paper...

Mouth is full of shredded paper!

Chen Yang couldn't find anything, so he could only grit his teeth and pick it out with his hands. His scalp was numb due to nausea, and he retched several times.

As a result, the shredded paper turned black as soon as he picked it out.

In vain.Chen Yang didn't dare to stay too long, he walked lightly and climbed the stairs step by step, the cabinets and other furniture and sundries on the second floor were piled up in a mess, and there was an unpleasant smell faintly inside.

Chen Yang tensed his body to avoid the furniture, and went upstairs along the space vacated by Wu Qing and Yang Pei.

The third floor is completely opposite to the second floor, the passageway is extremely clean, and the advertisements on the wall have been scraped off.

In front of the door of 301, there is a painted iron shoe rack with only a pair of black stilettos on it, standing there alone, which is a bit creepy against the darkness of the building.And there was a key on the door of 302, but the head of the household forgot to pull it out.

Chen Yang went up from the third floor, and when he reached the fourth floor, his footsteps stopped.

The door of 402 was actually open, and the inside was pitch black. I don't know what happened.Chen Yang's client is not here, he just passed by and didn't approach.

The fifth floor smelled of garbage and there were many mosquitoes. Chen Yang found the second body on the stairs leading to the sixth floor. To be precise, it was a corpse.

Chen Yang identified the other party's identity from the clothing details of the corpse.He was the son of the old woman on the first floor... a middle-aged male ghost who couldn't return home.

He died here back then, and he has been walking around from here to the middle floor of the first floor after his death.

Chen Yang guessed that as long as the corpse was moved to the first floor, the ghost imprisoned by him could go back, but how would he move this thing down?

Suddenly there was a gust of dark wind blowing down from the top floor. Chen Yang held his breath and closed his eyes and stood there. He held the courier bag motionless, neither against the wall nor on the stairs. His heartbeat jumped into his throat and was quickly swallowed by him. down.

The dark wind stopped in front of Chen Yang.